Ah, mid-July, when half of my household insists on aging.
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| My baby turned fooooooooooour! |
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| My Baby turned thirty-foooooooooour! |
One benefit of our yearly Birthday Barrage is a steady stream of delightful foodstuffs.
Annual work picnic? Sure, why not!
Hip downtown
restaurant? Don't mind if I do!
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| For three full days I have mourned the fact that we did not bring our leftover salsas home with us. |
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| I chose this drink because of all my options it sounded the most fictional: "whole leaf tobacco-infused cazadores reposado, vanilla infused brandy, lemon, grilled pineapple juice, mezcal essence, volcanic-saffron-infused salt rim," dash of unicorn hair, wisp of narwhal breath. |
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| The most special corn in all the land. |
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| If you put enough garlic and salt into spinach and white beans it becomes a thing upon which I could easily subsist for many months. |
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| TACOS. ROCK...O...S. |
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| I made myself use a utensil here, but it took a significant amount of restraint. |
And please note this Birthday Miracle wherein I made
donuts that did not look completely disgusting:
Anna you're so big, darling! Adulthood is right around the corner!
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| Yeeeep. |
